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Devil May Cry 3: Devil's edition? I wonder what makes it special. You looked around the game store while holding the special edition Devil may cry game in your hand, seeing what other discounted games you might buy. Turning it over it had almost the exact same content description as the normal Devil May Cry 3 except that it explained it had additional playable content not originally released, extra costumes, weapons, and unlock-able levels. You had already played Devil may Cry 3 and the different editions it came in, but never have you heard of a Devil's edition being released. It was relatively cheap, which made it even more appealing. After scavenging around the store for a couple of hours you gathered a few other of the discounted games to steal your sleep. You went up the cashier to purchase your insomnia, waiting patiently behind another customer that the cashier was serving.
The customer in front of you was giving the poor cashier a rough time. The customer seemed to be a spoiled teenage boy, with a squeaky voice, he wore shorts, a hat and a T-shirt all different colors of green. The teenager was complaining that he wanted a game, to which the cashier responded that they were out of stock and wouldn't have the game for another couple of days. This continued for another 10 minutes, you started to get impatient and shift around, obviously annoyed that the kid couldn't understand. A women walked in, she was older and looked related to the teenager considering she had the same skin, eyes and nose, she seemed just as upset as the boy. She started yelling at the cashier with the teenager, demanding that he give her son what he wants. Soon they got frustrated, said they would take their business somewhere else and left. You smiled kindly at the cashier, he looked done for the day and it was only noon.
"Hello, I would like to buy these please.", you said softly.
"Alright" said the cashier as he started to ring up your purchase with practiced movements.
" I had a quick question."
The cashier had a brief moment of panic, worried that he would have another episode like he did with the teenager and his mother.
"Yes?"
"Are there any more editions of Devil May Cry 3: Devil's edition or is that the last one?", you asked as you fiddled with your hands, nervous that the cashier was going to snap. He had every right to from what he just went through with the mother and son nightmare.
He typed up some stuff on the computer, he then scrunched his eyebrows together and kept typing.
"Turns out we don't even have it in the system. From what I can see we don't have any other copies in stock here or in near by stores. I'll tell you what, I'll price it as the normal copy and give you a 2 dollar discount since its the last one and for waiting so long. It's weird though I remember someone coming in and trading this game and several other games in, I asked them about it and they said it played fine but that they got a new system so they were getting rid of all their old games. "
"Oh ok, that sounds great." you said as you gave him a large smile.
After paying you turned to leave, you halted before you reached the door. You turned around and called out to the cashier.
"You're doing a great job, have a good day!", he was surprised but smiled none the less.
"Thank you!"
At the end of the day you decided to take a shower and start playing some of the games you recently bought. You brought up some snacks and drinks, to enjoy as you played the new games. You chose to wear dark gray sweatpants and a rather bright blue tank top instead of the cute sleeping set your friend had bought you for your birthday since they were much more comfortable. Your friend had tried several times to get you to wear "cute" things but you would always shrug her off, preferring comfort over cute. She was much more into appearance, often times telling you she was talking to a new man every week. She led the poor bastards on, a toxic attribute but what person didn't have one?
After several hours you had made a good dent on the new games you had bought, you left the new Devil may cry 3 for last thinking that it wouldn't be any different from the original copy. It was around 3am when you decided to play the new Devil may cry 3, you noticed that the disk was all black and had the name of the game in cool blue on it with the edges a blood red. You flipped it over but realized that was it. You shrugged it off and inserted the disc, the intro was the same and so was the menu screen. You liked how nice the graphics looked, it looked remastered. You clicked New Game and waited for the intro scene to play. However you were surprised by an option menu, it had a picture of Dante and Vergil, their names in all capitals underneath their name. In between the two had the word Choose in blood red. Oh I guess this is the part where I get to pick Dante or Vergil to play as. hmmmm well I have already played Dante in the original way more so lets play as Vergil.
The screen expanded Vergil's image and then went to a black screen. It showed Vergil in a Library, ugh I'ver already seen this intro, you were about to skip it but decided to wait just in case something new showed. Vergil had just arrived to the big set of bronze colored doors and spoke.
"It begins" he said as he stared intently in front of him, you couldn't help but respond to the scene you just saw.
"Vergil is such a bad ass, it's a shame he doesn't survive", you said as you smiled.
Vergil suddenly turned around, you scrunched your eyebrows and leaned closer to the screen. He had his right hand on his sword, ready to use. Something spooked him, but I can't see anything. Cliffhangers, figures. This must be the new content the cover was talking about. Vergil relaxed and continued walking towards the door. You continued to play the game, nothing abnormal except that when ever you talked Vergil would look around, at first he would be spooked and look around but then he would continue on with whatever you were doing. As time went on he would look around for a second and then look annoyed, instead of looking completely shocked. At one point you were fighting a couple of monsters called Greed. They were monsters that carried a big iron maiden looking coffin, were gray and moved rather slowly except for when they attacked by a swing of their coffin. They had one eye that was a bright red, would often slam their coffin down, open releasing ghosts that would travel into the floor and spawn more monsters. When hit, they would spew sand in the direction of the attack. Other monsters including Lust and Pride would be in the fight, mainly due to Greed spawning them. This of course earned a few curses from you when trying to kill one while the other decided to be like a rabbit and spawn more enemies.
"Mother fucker, stop spawning your fucken shit friends!"
When you had decided to pay more attention to one greed than the other, the other decided to spawn as many monsters as it could. This left you annoyed since the difficultly was hard and Vergil's health was low. Pausing the menu you decided to use a large vital star.
"There you go Vergil, I don't want you dying on me. Don't deserve to die to these little shits.", you said, then took a deep breath and tried to regain your composure.
You focused and after some time defeated all the enemies and finally got a cut scene of a small gem falling from the top of a statue of a woman surrounded by candles. You didn't notice but Vergil had a small smile after you un-paused the game but as quickly as it appeared it dissipated. Fucken finally, despite how good this game is I don't like how they didn't make a game for Vergil. They literally replaced Dante's model with Vergil's skin and moves. You looked at the clock and saw that it was close to 5am. Man I am so glad I work from home. You got up to turn off the T.V., after accidentally taking the remote with you to the kitchen once and washing it with the rest of the dishes in the dish washer, you had to manually control your T.V. Pressing the off button you received a rather large shock, not that you haven't been shock before since you had carpet but this one hurt. You shrugged it off but when you began to walk to your bed you began to feel very light headed, it quickly developed into a migraine. Only then did it start to raise your panic levels. Vision blurring, you tried to make it to your purse, fumbling to get your phone out to call for help. Got to get help, need to call someone.....You fell to the floor still trying to open your bag. Your shoulder and hip hurt from the fall but soon turning numb, ragged breaths turned into sharp huffs, overwhelming nausea filled your core, your eyes closed despite your best efforts to stay awake.
When you woke up you still had your purse but your surroundings had changed, you were in a street, specifically in front of a place called Bull's Eye Bar that had a large bull's head on top of the door. Everything seemed familiar but you couldn't place it from where or when you had seen this place. The street itself looked a bit run down and a little dangerous, random spouts of graffiti on the walls, dim lights adding little to your sense of safety. You quickly got up with a little dizziness and started to walk away from where you had woken up, until you were stopped when three men when they popped out of the alley way right next to the bar. One man had jeans, and a black jean vest on, dirty black converse, and no under shirt. He was rather lanky and had long greasy hair that went down to his shoulders, several face piercing as well as nipple piercing and tattoos, he was playing with a pocket knife, cleaning his finger nails with it. The second man you saw was just as skinny, but he had no hair, he had no shirt on as well but the amount of tattoos he had would compensate for his lack of shirt. He wore dirty black pants with several studded belts and chains. He had several small circled wounds on his inner elbow, it seemed that this poor soul did drugs. He was very shaky as well which added to the assumption of drug use. The last man was on the heavy side unlike his companions, he wore a white t-shirt, black pants, black boots, a black biker jacket and several ear piercings. He had a dark brown mohawk while the rest of his head was shaved.
"Excuse me", you said, in hopes being polite would make them leave you alone.
"Now hold on little lady" said the man with the knife while he stepped in front of you with a sickly and creepy smile, his hands were up gesturing you to halt.
"Me and my buddies were just about to go to Love planet to have a good time, but you look like a good time too so let's go down there and have some fun." ,he put his arm around your shoulders and pointed to the alley way they had just came from.
"No, thank you. Goodbye." you said as you got out of the man's embrace and hurried forward, quickly opening your bag and grabbing your pepper spray.
The heavy man grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him, making you stumble a little.
"Lady we weren't asking" he said as he smiled and showed his dark yellow stained teeth accompanied by a pungent smell of alcohol.
You brought the pepper spray to his face and pushed down hard on the trigger, effectively spraying this man's face and even inside his mouth. He let you go and fell to the floor wriggling and screaming in pain like a fat worm. Taking it as a chance to run, and boy did you run. You screamed for help and ran, the other two men gaining on you. Your feet began to hurt from the lack of shoes and often you would run over pebbles making it difficult to keep going , you silently prayed for someone to save you.
A man with white hair and a red trench coat ran on the rooftops following you and the two men. He was on his way to Love Planet as well when he heard you talking, looked down watching the scene unfold from the rooftops. He ran with you, waiting to help. He saw your foot land in a pot hole while you were looking back, then skid on the floor then turn around all scratched up and bloody trying to crawl away from your attackers. That made him suck in a hiss, only imagining the pain you just got a dose of. He thought it was time to intervene and jumped down in front of you.
"If I heard right, this lady rejected you. Talk about being a sore loser." the man in red said while he shook his head and placed his hands on his hips. You saw that he had a red trench coat, white hair and a sword as big as him. You studied the man, he seem oddly familiar.
The two men seemed very frustrated and annoyed at this man, they would have had you if the white haired man didn't intervene. The man with the knife chuckled, looked at his friend then rushed to stab him. The man in red punched him straight in the face and he went down hard, you could hear a low thump almost like someone dropped a large sac of flower on the floor. Then proceeded to pull out a gun, that had calm white and metallic color to it. The side of the gun had the gold words ebony and ivory engraved on it, he pointed it at the man on the floor who was now holding his bloodied nose and screaming that he broke his nose. Seemed the men were all angry children once they got hurt.
"See guys, try being a gentlemen like me, the ladies love a knight in shining armor. Taking a woman by force isn't my style, being smooth and irresistible. Well now your speaking my language. Say babe why don't you come with me instead?" he said as he looked back at you. You nodded, shocked by what you just saw, realizing who exactly was in front of you when you saw his hair covered face.
"Sorry but this babe is with me now. So how about you just run along" he said as he made a shooing motion with his gun.
Both the men ran in the opposite direction, the man in red turned back to you and helped you up.
"Dante?" you breathlessly asked.
"Yeah that's me babe. Did we get drunk and sleep together?" he asked as he re-holstered his gun, seemingly unfazed by your almost hysterical expression.
"No, No No. This is impossible, your impossible, You're not real! I just fucken turned off the T.V.!" you said as you paced back and forth, limping and bleeding from the fall earlier. The pain not registering yet while your fight or flight was still kicking in.
"Yeah that's great and all babe but let's go get you patched up." Dante said as he ushered you back to his place as you kept mumbling random things.
After about two hours you arrived at Dante's home, on the way Dante had insisted that you guys get pizza. He got three large pizza's and a medium for you. When you arrived there were pizza boxes on the dining table, couch, desk and pool table, some of which had old moldy pizza inside and released a smell so fowl you almost lost your appetite. Random articles of clothing scattered on the floor and couch, some of which belonged to a female. The trash can in the kitchen was overflowing with empty cans of tomato juice, beer, a milk jug and an empty tub of vanilla ice cream and several other things you couldn't make out. Several more pizza boxes littered the counter tops as well as some boxes of take out and dirty dishes. The bathroom was even worse, there were dirty towels with what seemed like dried blood smeared on them, the trashcan was full and overflowing, the sink was full of shaved off hair and tooth paste smudges while at the sides had the toothbrush hang off dangerously with the tooth past and razor. You hadn't looked through the rest of the house and from what you had seen you didn't even know if you wanted to.
Dante had cleared a bit of the couch and started to tend to your wounds, you were munching on a slice of cheese pizza, thinking about everything that was happening and everything that was going to happen in the future. I wonder if he has already met Vergil again, if so then there is less than a year till the tower appears. I need to tell Dante to save Vergil or he'll have to kill him in the future. No brother should have to go through that. I hope Dante lets me stick around. Son of a bitch! You hissed in pain as Dante removed some gravel from the ripped up soles of your feet. Bloody pebbles being tossed on a nearby paper towel.
"Sorry babe but they got to come out." he said in an apologetic tone.
You nodded and took a few deep breaths.
"Dante, thank you. I'm not sure why you are doing all this but thank you"
"Anything for a hot babe" he said then smirked and winked.
You laughed then looked around the house again, realizing again how dirty it was. That's when you got an idea in how you could stick around Dante.
"If you let me live here, I'll clean and cook for you and help with what I can. You don't have to pay me, I'll get a job as well to help out."
Dante perked up at that, he finished bandaging your foot. Blood started to seep through, the cuts was deeper than you thought. He then put his hand in front of you.
"Deal"
"Deal" you said as you smiled.